2017
2017 lost a lot of shit that I had
Never losing my swag
Made cash back
They mad I stay poppin tags
Popped the full not no halfs
Since I came up quick
Niggas think they got it in they bag
But ain't got shit in their bags
Kinda sad
How they brag and they shit be wack
Shit literally crap
Don't care bout yo feelings need my plaque
Cut off snakes
And trappin out the rats
Moving fake
Keep my eyes on that
Disgrace
Replaced
Most the ones that said
They wouldn't go away
And fuck the ones that be hating till this day
305 till I die issa wave
Dropping 60 like I'm Klay
Fuck the play I'm with my bae
Got the whole top floor to ourselves so we fuck In every place
She ain't ever on my dick
So the side bitch on the way
I was taught to keep a stick
In a way can't explain
Got a lot thats on my brain
Lotta drugs inside my veins
I ain't ever had a problem that I couldn't solve
(Okay)
I was going thru the struggles wrote them in my songs
(Ay)
Used to huddle in a puddle now we huddle in a lake
I don't ever need a break
You won't ever catch me flake
Can't relate to none my problems we stoled bikes and had to skate
Niggas rapping about money
When that's all their parents make (Ooo)
I turned nothing into something
I THANK GOD
It was faith
Reminiscing the old days
I ain't have shit to my name
Now I got a lot
Got the 2 tone
And got myself a spot
Gunna see them come back when the album drop
(Back when the album drop)
2017 lost a lot of shit that I had
I stay poppin tags
Never losing my swag
Made cash back
They mad I stay poppin tags
Popped the full not no halfs
Since I came up quick
Niggas think they got it in they bag
But ain't got shit in their bags
Kinda sad
How they brag and they shit be wack
Shit literally crap
Don't care bout yo feelings need my plaque
Cut off snakes
And trappin out the rats
Moving fake
Keep my eyes on that
Disgrace
Replaced
Most the ones that said
They wouldn't go away
And fuck the ones that be hating till this day
305 till I die issa wave
Dropping 60 like I'm Klay
Fuck the play I'm with my bae
Got the whole top floor to ourselves so we fuck In every place
She ain't ever on my dick
So the side bitch on the way
I was taught to keep a stick
In a way can't explain
Got a lot thats on my brain
Lotta drugs inside my veins
I ain't ever had a problem that I couldn't solve
(Okay)
I was going thru the struggles wrote them in my songs
(Ay)
Used to huddle in a puddle now we huddle in a lake
I don't ever need a break
You won't ever catch me flake
Can't relate to none my problems we stoled bikes and had to skate
Niggas rapping about money
When that's all their parents make (Ooo)
I turned nothing into something
I THANK GOD
It was faith
Reminiscing the old days
I ain't have shit to my name
Now I got a lot
Got the 2 tone
And got myself a spot
Gunna see them come back when the album drop
(Back when the album drop)
2017 lost a lot of shit that I had
I stay poppin tags
Credits
Writer(s): Dimas Henriquez
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